Cut the lights off nigga (Cut 'em off)You know what time it is (What)You know what time it is (What)Strap -Up (Gun Cocks)

A lot of niggas better move outCause here I come with my clickWith the tools outAll of a sudden all these cowardsStarting to spook outIt's warfare a bunch-a of niggasBout to loose outIt's time to load up them thingsHit the spot run in his houseAnd make 'em show up then thingsTake 'em in the room go in his pocketsAnd then blow up his brainNo matter the weatherRain, snow, sleet, or hailI'ma slang that metalSo tell 'em niggas in yo' hoodTo get it togetherCause I'm the tolas marioAnd we down for whateverNever underestimate or you goin underY'all keep on playing with Lil WayneBut that lil' boy troubleAnd plus this shorty be full wodieBe storin' bundles M start wildin' andHit the block and let his toys rumbleAnd it go ratter tatterIt be macks that make niggas scatterWhen the M-1 shatterAnd everybody on they blockThey get bout ten in they bladder

LaWhen it's time to rideIt ain't no time to playIt could be time to dieAt any time of the dayAnd I'll be goddammitIf I let a nigga steel meIt will not happenI'ma fire about a hundred and fifty shots at 'emAnd got my glocks rabbin'Leave a nigga spot damagedThat's how the beat made usI chief three bluntsSo I can get a head rushThen come around the cornerAnd your whole day crushI'm sick and tiredNiggas choosing test a boyThey get hit and dieSome of 'em scared of man slaughterSo they stay insideAnd watch they partner get lit upAnd then they ask whyThat's cause you played wit' meThey couldn't of known I'ma guerrillaDrama stayed with meRun in his home went to kill himTook his head with meYou better get it right or keep it rightOr lose your whole townTell em' lights offIt's about to go down

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Massacre all these streets block it offLil' Wayne in yo' hoodWith something like a rocket dogAnd I'm after yaI don't pass beefI stop at allThat boy got a head on his shouldersI knock it offI'm highly intoxicated mixing Krystalle and vodkaSomebody call the doctorCause my chopper done went blocka, knockaNigga out the way manI'm sorry but us guerrillas we can't stay tamed, say it manAre you ready, readyReady for warfare Wayne, Turk, Juvi, and B.Geezy they all thereWe all flare, don't care, dog they all tearGive the guns to the one with the long hairAnd block burnerIt gets quiet they see the rims twenty four seventyThey breathe heavilyBullets they come steadilyYou better stay off the blockCause you might fallYou better stay off the blockCause the lights off